The night was thick and impenetrable, like an ink pot overturned onto the sky.
“Honey, how about I move out tomorrow?” Alvina Wright asked as she wrapped her arms around Zachary Kingston’s waist from behind, resting her delicate face against his broad back.
“No need. I was planning to give you the Jiangsong villa,” he replied, his expression unreadable, his tone disturbingly neutral.
Alvina’s lips curled into a light smile. She spoke sweetly, almost disarmingly compliant. “But we agreed, didn’t we? I’ll leave with nothing. Four years of marriage, now we go our separate ways—clean break, isn’t that ideal?”
Zachary couldn’t see her face, but her voice gave her away—completely devoid of sadness, utterly detached.
So, she was this eager to end it?
For reasons he couldn’t quite put his finger on, an unfamiliar discomfort settled inside him, like something wasn’t sitting right.
“Don’t you care about money?” he asked suddenly.
“Money’s good, sure, but you’ve got to earn it the right way. Divorce cash? Too messy. I’d rather not bother,” Alvina replied as she released him and turned towards the bathroom. “I’m going to shower.”
Just as she pivoted, Zachary’s hand shot out, gripping her wrist firmly. He spun her gently but unapologetically to face him. His intense, dark eyes locked onto her lovely, composed features, as though searching for some crack in her cool demeanor.Zachary Kingston parted his thin lips slightly, but before he could speak, Alvina Wright cut him off with a playful smile, raising a hand as if to stop him. Her bright, enchanting eyes fixed on him. "We’re getting divorced," she said lightly.
"As long as the papers aren’t signed, you're still my wife," Zachary said, his sharp brows drawing together. His large hand firmly clasped her slender wrist, his grip unrelenting.
He had always appreciated Alvina’s calm demeanor, her quiet gentleness. It wasn’t just her demeanor, though — her looks were captivating to him. Her figure was flawless, her face breathtaking, a rare beauty. And those legs—endlessly long and elegant. Pair that with her captivating almond-shaped eyes, and she was truly a vision that lingered in his mind more than he'd admit.
"Come on, husband," Alvina’s voice was soft, almost teasing, her eyes carrying an alluring look. "All I want right now is a hot shower and some sleep," she said, her gentle hand squirming subtly in his grip.
"Not happening," Zachary replied, his tone firm. "Since we’re running out of time together, we should make the most of it."
The night blanketed the world outside, quiet and still, as if wrapping them in a private haze. Four years of marriage—Zachary knew Alvina well, intimately so. He could read every little expression she made, every small gesture. His eyes lingered, drinking in her every detail with an almost greedy intensity.
Alvina tilted her head back slightly, taking in the man before her. Zachary Kingston—the heir of the Kingston Group, the top pilot at Southern Star Airlines. Women flocked to him like moths to a flame; heiresses, flight attendants, ground crew, all infatuated with this walking heartthrob.
But Alvina? She was immune to all that. None of it mattered to her.She always understood her role in this marriage.
And now, after four years, it was finally coming to an end.
The next morning.
When Alvina woke up, Zachary was already up, busy in the bathroom.
"Morning," Alvina said as she slowly sat up, her delicate face still showing a trace of sleepiness and subtle allure.
Zachary had on a black shirt and pants, looking crisp and composed.
Alvina climbed out of bed and picked out a black dress to wear.
Today was Mr. Kingston’s funeral.
As the “granddaughter-in-law” in name, she naturally had to attend.
Zachary glanced at her. "Since we’re already getting divorced, there’s no point in continuing the act. If you don’t want to go, it’s fine."
Alvina froze for a second, her hands pausing as she prepared to get dressed. "He was kind to me. I’d like to see him one last time, to say goodbye."
"Alright. I'll have Morgan take you," Zachary replied indifferently.
Alvina’s lips curved into a composed, distant smile. "Sure."
So that’s him trying to keep her out of the public eye, huh? Four years of marriage, and outsiders only knew Zachary Kingston had a secret wife. Yet, no one had ever seen her face.
